By Irina Pino
HAVANA TIMES — Having an orgasm with love is the perfect combination, a powerful alliance which brings a couple together, as well as other interests, like friendship, children (if you have them) and all kinds of relationships.
On the other hand, you can’t deny enjoying an orgasm with somebody we randomly meet, anywhere, even if we’ve only seen them once, or on a night out (two or three drinks later, because it inhibits the effect), or as a result of flirting, which transforms iself and becomes a ticking time-bomb.
Women experience orgasms in different ways, some say it lies in the clitoris, others, in the vagina, or in a combination of the two: clitoris-vagina. Some of my friends have told me that they have had them when they have their anus and breasts stimulated. You generally discover the orgasm in adolescence during masturbation.
Similarly, different scenarios also make up part of the success in having an organism. Some women need a romantic, comfortable environment where there is wine and music. That also helps, of course, although it’s curious when women can only reach an orgasm in less obvious places, that is to say, on stairwells, roof terraces, hallways, hidden places from the public eye, where the danger of somebody walking in on them, can increase the level of sexual excitement.
Hidden things are seductive. For example, I had a stable relationship with a man and I loved him, but I had met another man, who I only used to see once a week, just to have sex. We always did it at his house, an isolated, remote place, full of pot-holed streets and dilapidated housing.
It was a long journey there from where I used to live, but that didn’t stop me, the key here was the absolute passion he gave me, a person who had very little or nothing to do with me at all, but nevertheless, I was willing to put him up there with my other priorities at the time.
For him, mental, provocative foreplay was very important. He would call me from the night before our encounter to tell me about his hottest fantasies.
On the day of our meeting, from the moment I got into a taxi, I would picture what would happen between those walls, in an extremely modest place, located in the basement of a building.
Although I would stop for a moment when I left there on several occasions with a strange feeling, as if I secretly regretted having so much pleasure and not loving him. However, I would always go back the next week, without even a pinch of guilt.
This reminds me of a story by Jenny Diski, Housewife, where a 40-something year old woman keeps a happy home with her husband, but also has a relationship with a young man at the same time, founded on their passionate encounters. They usually write letters to each other, relating their sexual fantasies, and that arouses them before they see each other.
She loves her husband and has orgasms with him, but she enjoys the more carnal and mental aspect of sex with her lover, and with him, her orgasms are mindblowing.